REVENGE
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It's a part of me, is it not?
Charles huffs as he navigates the empty corridors of his childhood home. His frustration soon turns to, what he feels to be, righteous anger. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, a habit he picked up as a child when he got mad.
Under his breath, Charles starts muttering little defensive statements, defending his own actions. The curtains flutter with the air he displaces as he stalks by, eyes glaring a hole in the woodwork of the floor.
Charles raises his voice a couple pitches to mimic Raven's tone. “Mutant and proud!”
“Psht! What is wrong with her? What does being naked have to do with being a proud mutant?”
Charles rounds the corner on auto-pilot, still muttering to himself. Years of living in the mansion has given him enough muscle memory to sidestep the wooden table placed right around the corner.
The new occupants in the manor still haven't learned their lessons yet and often hit their legs on the very expensive Belle Epoch Italian Table (or as Alex calls the thing “goddamn, stupid, piece of wooden shit!”).
Even now, Sean, Alex and Hank are all sporting bruises on their right knee. Erik is the only one that notices the nails in the table before he rounds the corner, saving him from the pain of a run in.
I should move that. Charles absently thinks to himself for the millionth time. Like the other 999,999 times, it'll slip his mind as fast as it came in.
Maybe it was her childishness that was getting to Charles, or maybe it was the vast amount of memories of them pranking each other as children (which is a feat in itself for Raven because it is hard to prank a telepath), but Charles feels like getting back at Raven.
He wants revenge, if only to get his point across.
Yes, that's it...give her a taste of her own medicine – er, medicine as in...
A grin spreads on his face as a plan forms in Charles' mind.
Oh, this will be good...embarrassing...but good. They're young adults, they can handle it. Maybe after this, she'll finally understand what I mean. Hopefully, this won't scar her for life.
Then again, let's hope it does...
Charles knows he's alone, so he can't help letting out a clichéd evil laugh as he strolls through the mansion. The curtains recoil in horror and the table shivers a bit with the force of Charles' steps.
The sound MUAHAHAHAHAHA echoes through the empty hallway.
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“Hank, can you please look at me when I'm talking to you?!”
Raven is standing there with her hands propped on her hips, absolutely butt naked and blue.
The poor scientist is now a bright shade of pink, his usual color whenever he's around Raven nowadays. When Hank continues to study the wooden table, Raven huffs and looks around at the others gathered around the buffet lunch set up on the surface.
Sean is doing his best impression of a chameleon, trying to blend into the background.
Alex is staring at the table, silently yelling in his head about her insensitivity to other's comforts.
Erik is the only one willing to look at her when she is like this: mutant, proud and naked.
“Erik?!” Raven turns to him, hands still on her hips.
The older man, spatula in hand, turns to look at her over his shoulder.
Alex, being in prison for a good chunk of his life, doesn't know how to cook. Sean, being part of a big family, never needed to learn how to cook. And Hank...well... that guy lives, eats and breathes science so he's a lost cause.
So the cooking is usually left to Erik, Raven and Charles. Lunch for today is cheeseburgers (suggestion from Sean).
“Don't be ashamed of showing who you are to the world, Raven.” Erik replies, absentmindedly, as he flips the hamburger patties in the air with a practiced hand.
“Indeed, I couldn't have said it better, my friend.”
Charles' smooth, British consonants fill the air before the man himself shows up in the kitchen.
Erik, being closest to the door, is the first person to see Charles as he comes into the room. In mid flip, Erik misses the pan entirely, sending the burger patty to the floor with a loud, wet, SPLAT.
Erik Lehnsherr has always prided himself on being a man that can handle any situation with poise, grace, and unflappability.
But this time...this time is a whole different story.
Erik's eyes are as wide as saucers. His jaw is, metaphorically, on the floor along with the dirty hamburger patty. Memories of the sexual fantasies that often run through Erik's mind about the telepath immediately start playing in Erik's head at full speed.
Bend him over that table...take him right then and there. Those lips! Oh god...look at the freckles. And that skin! So milky and smooth. Just touch just wanna touch.
Charles turns to him and, like the tease he is, winks at Erik. Close your mouth, darling, you're drooling.
Erik's pupils dilate so far, his eyes are almost completely black.
Charles strolls into the middle of the room, stopping next to his sister. A scan of the room shows a mixture of shocked and amused expressions on the boys' faces.
Alex has a wide grin on his face, catching on to his Professor's intentions.
Hank, after staring for a few seconds at the siblings, buries his face into his hands. Never, in all of his life, has Hank wished for the ground to swallow him up as much as he does right here and now.
Sean is pounding the table with one hand and clutching his abdomen with the other. He's laughing so hard tears are coming to his eyes. The loud guffawing from Sean is reaching a dangerous decibel.
Raven, on the other hand, is horrified. Her yellow eyes are wide like twin moons. Her blue tinge has taken on a pink hue, if that was even possible. “Charles! You're....YOU'RE...”
“Naked, yes! I am a mutant, Raven, and I have nothing to hide. Mutant and proud!” Charles tips his head up a bit in a confident gesture and places his hands on his hips, mimicking Raven's stance from before.
As if coming to her senses, Raven slaps a blue hand over her eyes and, for good measure, turns her back on her brother.
“Raven, what's the matter?”
“Charles, you're naked!”
“Yes, I know, but what's the problem?”
“YOU'RE NAKED!”
“And so are you, dear sister.”
TBC
The next chapter will have more drooling Erik, more laughing, and, if you guys behave and eat your vegetables, a sex scene?
I don't know...would you guys like a sex scene? I've never written one before but the customer is always right so, up to you guys!